They came and got my Yoruba Forefather
Placed him in the bowels of a slavers ship
I know they'll come for me for what they consider ... too much lip
When interrogated I become quiet and mum ...ain't gonna punk out or run,
Telling the truth I won't change my story,
I'll soldier on until my body they bury,
I have never cared when they come ...
We know that they aren’t going to pay
Reparations for the harm done,
They come in full battle gear... automatic pistols,
Stun guns… all guns cause tears,
But I won’t show no fear,
What are they so afraid of...
I'm only one,
Are they really that afraid of my right to pack a gun?
They ain't gonna send me on a Cruise ship back to
"My Nigerian mother Nation,
They gonna try to bury me alive under ,
One of their new millennium plantation,
The death sentence… Canned till death or a century,
In Florence Colorado’s Super Max Penitentiary,
I've already been told in hadieth, "
That this world is a prison for a believer and a paradise for the unbeliever."
If FREE SPEECH ain't FREE
COME AND GET ME!